Rumor is,
about those sonnets?
Written transformed
by SolarYang outside enlightenment,
and nondual endarkenment,
to his liberated left feels West,
And incensed by EarthSoul THC
breathed in conservatively right feels Eastern
innocent dawn
from nearby smoking pot.

Ummm…
I thought there was something queer about him.
Disturbingly paradoxical.
Always on chaotic fences
about what’s natural ecology
and what’s spiritual theology,
mixing them multiculturally
and metaphysically up
and down
and across rivers
of bilaterally flowing time.

I think writing outside,
compared to inside,
feels narrative
with my skinpores open,
my NorthernLight ears able to hear
most everything worthy of listening to
right WiseElder healthy now.
My nose able to smell EarthSoul wealthy fragrances.
My eyes able to see
what more nutrition importantly
unveils PositivEnergy Democracy
behind
and beyond
this Left to Right handwritten notebook
static
stale Elitist page.